How Many Kings?
My apologies for my lack of blogging lately, everyone. Although I had the time for writing over the Christmas holiday, I wasn’t quite motivated nor inspired to do so. Oddly enough, as my life picks back up and starts getting crazy again is when I make myself find the time to do these things….
Nevertheless, this is what results:
As I just mentioned, I’ve completed the first week and a half of my second semester back in college, and I’m already feeling the weight of stress bearing down on my shoulders. Even before the semester started, I was not looking forward to the forever-dreaded BIO125 professor, whose name I cannot mention. Now, this particular professor is an interesting character of sorts. At first glance, I wouldn’t have even taken her as a professor. In fact, as I was sitting in the room where my first lecture class with her would take place, I was watching the door every single time it opened, waiting to see the face of the person who would be responsible for my endless torture for 16 weeks. This woman walked in, carrying all of these books, and I honestly just assumed that she was a non-traditional student. But then I realized that she was heading to the front of the class, and my mind quickly became sidetracked. She was nothing like what I expected, yet everything that I expected at the same time. Without going into further detail, let’s just say that she has yet to live up to all of the rumors that I had heard prior to starting the semester. Notice that I say “all.” This is certainly implying that she has already lived up to some rumors…just not all. Fortunately, I’ve always had a way with being on a teacher’s “good side,” and have already found a way to hopefully avoid being picked on and made fun of in front of the class (which is one of the rumors that have leaked out about the woman). Call me a “Teacher’s Pet,” if you will. I couldn’t care less. I just want a good grade without being ridiculed in front of my peers. =)
As far as my other professors go, I have a crazy Indian (not Native American, but a man from India) man who is too smart for his own good, and should not be teaching a classroom full of 18-20-some year old students how to use the Internet. Additionally, I have a Mr. Barbour (our Physics teacher in High School) clone who is also too smart for his own good to teach my Physics class. However, I’d prefer listening to Physics Barbour clone any day over listening to a crazy Indian man from India talk about search engines and “How to use Google.” Lastly, I have a communications class, taught by a very sweet, yet stern, older woman whose class consists of watching small clips of Shrek and arranging ourselves into small groups and learning how to talk to one another.
Now, my descriptions of these courses and their professors are meant for the reader’s benefit of maybe getting a good chuckle in for the day. I do, however, think that I have my work cut out for me this semester. Although the communications and computer classes may be just “a walk in the park,” I think my Physics and Anatomy classes are going to be a bit more cut-throat.
In nearing the end of my first week of the semester, I was beginning to think, “This isn’t gonna be as bad as I thought.” As Thursday came around, I suffered through an 8am-6:30pm day with one of the most terrible headaches/migraines that I have ever experienced. I was praying to God just to get me through to the next class, then praying that He’d get me through 3 hours of Physics Lab. Finally, it was the end of the day, and it was all I could to drive home. How awful that my train of thought immediately went to, “I knew this week was going too well.” I soon brushed it off and finished off the week. Then came Tuesday. Ohhhhh, Tuesday. Tuesday is my other day of the week when I’m stuck at school from 8am-6:30pm. Let me set the picture for you. Monday night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I was in bed at 9:30pm. 12am rolls around, and I’m still not asleep. I keep tossing and turning, falling in and out of 15-minute intervals of sleep for another three hours. Around 3:30am, I finally get out of bed and take something to help me savor the last three hours that I had to possibly sleep. The next morning, my back was so incredibly sore, but I figured by midday, it would work itself out. Midday Tuesday rolls around, and instead of the pain being relieved, I now have an aching back, a stiff neck, and a sore throat. Again, I find myself sitting in classes with my hands folded in front of me, my head bowed, and praying to God to get me through this day. Once again, the Lord pulled me through and I was at home, in the tub, talking to Curtis on the phone through the tears rolling down my face. Today (Wednesday), I feel as though nothing was ever wrong with me yesterday.
“When you feel that you’re down to nothing, God is up to something.”:
This is exactly how I feel about my first two weeks this semester thus far. Twice in two weeks, I was faced with putting my health in God’s hands to get me through the day…and that’s TWICE in two weeks that He’s pulled through for me. How awesome a Savior we have? What/Who are you looking to, to bring you through to the next day when you feel like you’re down to nothing? The medicine? The sound of a friendly voice on the other end of a phone? A nice warm bath? Or God?
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have God on my side than all of those others combined. The rest falls into place from there.
“How many Kings stepped down from their thrones?
How many Lords have abandoned their homes?
How many Greats have become the least for me?
And how many Gods have poured out their hearts,
To romance a world that is torn all apart?
How many Fathers gave up their sons for me?
Only ONE did that for me…”
Excerpt from: How Many Kings by Downhere
